My first memory was probably when I was around 3.

It was very vague until about 15 years ago.

I remember my dad coming in my room. He hugged me and he was crying.  He told me not to forget him. There was another man with him.

I found out after he died that was whe  he was leaving to join the Marines.  Mom said he had been to enlist and only came home long enough to pack and say goodbye.

My next memory was maybe a year later.

Mom and I were visiting my grandmother and had gone to see my great grandmother Fincher5.

She was baking cookies.

 I asked her if I could have a cookie and it wmarresed my mother that I had asked for one so she told me no

. My great mother spoke up and said "Let that child have a cookie" she handed me one. I also remember walking around outside with her that day.

. That is the only  memory I have  of her. She died when  I was about 4.